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up and over his head, tossing it to the side. Cayl’s gaze dropped to
Mace’s chest. He licked his lips as if imagining the sensation, remembering the
club and sucking on Devin’s pretty tits. Mace’s cock gave a twitch. That had
been sweet. She’d been hot and hungry. Watching her come—with Cayl’s fingers
inside her and Mace’s teasing her clit—had inspired him. He wasn’t going to let
her go without being inside her.
    “Where has your mind gone?” Cayl asked, pushing up on his
elbows.
    “Huh?” Mace shook his head to clear it.
    “You are no longer thinking about curing my affliction,
which seems to be fixing itself.”
    “We can’t have that.” Mace climbed on the high bed. He left
his sweats on. Cayl might not be ready to return whatever favor he received.
“And I was thinking about Devin. And the club.”
    The clinical curiosity left Cayl’s eyes and heat returned.
“She was most delicious.”
    “Uh-huh.” He crawled up the mattress until he lay beside,
just above Cayl, looking down at the strong, masculine body. He reached out and
skimmed his fingertips across the flat peak of Cayl’s nipple. The gasp that
burst from Cayl’s lips drew a smile from Mace. He looked at Cayl, fingers still
teasing the tight nub.
    “Fascinating.” The word came out a little more breathless.
“Is this what Agent Denning felt when we sucked on her?”
    “Something like this, I’m sure. Feel good?”
    “Yes.” Cayl’s fingers grabbed the bedspread at his side,
holding himself back. “Would you…?” He hesitated. As if he wasn’t sure he
should be asking.
    “You want to feel my mouth?” Mace bent down and opened his
lips, let his breath heat Cayl’s skin. “Maybe I can make you scream.”
    “I don’t think—”
    Mace stroked the flat of his tongue across Cayl’s nipple.
His yelp halted the words.
    Mace lifted his eyes. “Not a scream but I can work with it.”
He licked again then moved the tip of his tongue over the pink surface, teasing
it, making the tiny peak stand up. Cayl squirmed, his leg twitching and sliding
along the bedspread. Mace paused long enough to glance down. Cayl’s cock was
quickly returning to full hardness. Nice. More.
    Letting himself sink into the pure sensuality of the hard
body beneath him, Mace opened his mouth over Cayl’s nipple and sucked, long,
deep pulls. Cayl’s reaction was immediate. He cried out and his hips swung up,
cock fucking the air. Not bothering to hide his smile, Mace lapped at the
nipple, soothing, calming, then he pressed his teeth against the taut skin and
bit down, gently, not too hard. Enough.
    A jolt moved through Cayl’s body and his shout rang through
the room. A strong hand gripped the back of Mace’s head, pulling his hair
almost painfully. Mace allowed Cayl’s hands to guide him and kissed his way
across Cayl’s chest, repeating the caresses to the other nipple.
    “Mace. What is this?” Cayl’s hips rolled, twisting and
finding Mace’s thigh. He pressed up, rubbing his cock against Mace’s leg. “You
had said to ease my affliction but it is worse, much worse.”
    Mace lifted his head. “And better, yes?”
    “No…I mean, yes…maybe… You must make it stop.”
    “Soon, babe. Soon.” Mace pushed up on his hands and shifted,
sliding his knee over Cayl’s hip so he straddled the strong body, their cocks
pressed against each other, the deep color of Cayl’s bare cock against the soft
gray of Mace’s sweats.
    Cayl cried out. “Please.”
    Mace could almost believe the guy didn’t know what he was
asking for. He slid down Cayl’s body, pressing kisses across his chest,
dragging his tongue over the tight ripples of Cayl’s abs. A faint sheen of
sweat teased his tongue as he lapped at the skin. The seductive sense of need
filled his head. Unable to resist, he licked again, craving Cayl’s response.
    Cayl twisted beneath him. Mace recognized the
movement—wanting to escape but needing more. He pressed the heel of his